Yinling Mountain is a relatively high mountain in northern Sichuan. It is a good place to go up and up to the top of the mountain. Looking up, the surrounding mountains are at the foot. The road is like a jade belt. It is surrounded by mountains. The scenery is beautiful and the air is fresh. It is a good place to go.
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Yinling Mountain is a relatively high mountain in northern Sichuan. It is a good place to go up and up to the top of the mountain. Looking up, the surrounding mountains are at the foot. The road is like a jade belt. It is surrounded by mountains. The scenery is beautiful and the air is fresh. It is a good place to go.
As a Sichuan Bazhong people, I especially like to enjoy the cool summer and winter. Enjoy the snow in winter. Spring, summer, autumn and winter are all beautiful scenery. I have forgotten to return here. The altitude is 1335 meters. From the Bazhong Big Buddha Temple Station, take a car for an hour. The altitude of Liulin climbs 1,000 meters and then gets off the bus to buy a ticket.
The scenery is beautiful, the air quality is excellent, and a good place to travel on weekends.
Ok, Caixia Hotel is particularly good, the brother has a good service attitude, the dishes are delicious, and the boss is kind. Worth having!
In the mountains of the moat, Chen Yuyuan on the east side. Remember the first appearance, singing with the mountain people, singing a small banquet. At dusk scenery, quiet and few people return, curtains and windows roll. The lights trembled and the night was shocked. Infinitely, I dreamed without sleep. Song and wine love is reduced, not counted, Zhu color faded. Now peach and plum, look at the West River Valley, blue sky is late. Green mountains are far away, there is life in silence! It lies in the green mountains and green mountains, and the agricultural affairs are gradually safe. The morning and yesterday night, the mountain rain brought the wind, soft and gentle, and floated gently; there was no trace of the hotness. All the way out of the city, went up the Pingliang and down the Wu'an Bridge, and it was winding and seeing the shadow of the sun, and I knew the streets of Qingshan. But the road shallowly looked around, stacked kingfisher diving wind listening to the water, to the village of Putian, an old farmer closed his eyes under the hidden tree, not moving like the wind. Along the road shade, hide left and right, do not know that this hot sun seems to not let me cool, can only fold a branch of the gardenia in the mountain, read the flower to cool. In the middle of the mountain in the summer, the farmer said nothing, but he didn't see the middle of the field for another day. At five o'clock in the summer, the land was hot. Although there was a mountain wind, sweat was like a waterfall rain. From the oblique place of the eyelids, the clothes were moist, and the wet was a little salty and sweet! Fortunately, all the way to the mountain, I don’t know if it is the bird diving wind, or the hot is difficult to open, the only thing I heard was a few cuckoos in the cuckoo mountain, a pheasant, a few people, but the cow and sheep jingling copper bells and the sunset smoke, tell the passengers of the distant mountain trip, Not too cold. This time I visited Chen's family, the cypress forest like a sky knows that Chen's ancestors' later life strokes. Before the calligraphy and painting, I recorded the family's deep training. Entering the carved beams and wooden buildings, that rotating wooden door, and it seems to tell the late 30 years of the east of the river, 30 years of the world is unstable! Farewell, I see the water in Putian, the embers of the evening mountain, this is the return of today! Looking at the flowing scale, the smoke rose from the mountains, the dog barking and the chickens crowed through the valley, the cold wind was a bit cold, I heard that there would be rain, I heard that the mountains are less lively, I don't know if it is true? I heard the bells of Lingshan, and I also heard the broadcast of the evening newspaper. The idle people were lonely at night. I greeted the return bus to Bacheng. When I arrived in the city, the red glow fell. The sunset fell to the front of the sky, and the neon neon at Lingshan Field! #Private secret in the city #Where to go still #My hiking notes #Small places that locals don't know #Peach Blossom-like countryside Yinling Mountain